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She thrust forward. Her cock bulled into Steph’s asshole with savage force. Steph could feel her anus stretching, pulling to the breaking point to accommodate that massive erection. She clapped her hands over her mouth to hold back her screams. “Cass! Cass! It hurts!”

“Then it hurts,” Cass said, still pumping mercilessly in and out of Steph’s rectum. The hissed words sent a frisson of excitement through Steph despite her pain, and she was shocked to feel her ass relaxing, stretching—warmly burning instead of hurting.

The mellow flame traveled into her sex, perversely arousing her. As Cass kept reaming her ass, Steph felt humiliated that she was so turned on, actually getting off on Cass degrading her literally for the whole world to see. Yet her lust had her humping back against Cass’s thrusts, matching her pain for pleasure. In that moment, she truly felt like nothing more than Cass’s bitch—like it was her duty to satisfy all of Cass’s urges.

Cass twisted Steph’s long blonde hair, using it like a rein to pull Steph harder to her. Her cock pumped maddeningly in and out of Steph’s ass. Every forward thrust forced Steph’s lungs to vent, and every time Cass drew herself out of Steph, she felt her body clenching on the emptiness left behind.

Yet she was full of excruciating need, her nerves tingling like livewires. Steph wanted Cass’s member rutting into her forever. She moaned and arched her back, inviting Cass to ram her way even deeper into Steph’s ass.

“Fuck me, Cass! Push your cock in me as far as it’ll go! It feels so good! Fuck, yes! Do whatever you want with me!”

And Cass rutted and grunted into Steph like a woman possessed, her cock sloshing noisily into Steph’s lubricated hole again and again. Steph’s juices darkened her pubic hair and dripped down her thigh—Steph felt like she was squirting more than even Cass’s big dick could! Then Cass put her to shame. Her cock exploded in a convulsive spasm that filled Steph with seed like a geyser. Steph felt her bowels stuffed with spurt after spurt of Cass’s burning semen.

Her own climax exploded with an intensity that shocked her almost as much as it pleased her. While Cass kept emptying herself into Steph’s ass, the blonde’s cunt surged and rushed with sensual convulsions, gripping her body, leaving nothing behind but a writhing mass of impassioned enjoyment. Steph threw herself backward into Cass’s prick, the shaft expanding in her sphincter with all the delicious cum it was pumping into her.

“I’m coming!” Steph mewled. “Oh, keep giving it to me! It feels fucking great! Don’t stop! Don’t—oh! Oh!”

Cass growled under her breath, the ejaculation taking control of her body. Her cum filled Steph’s ass so thoroughly that it ran over her cock and filtered down in thick globs over Steph’s toned thighs. Cass’s prick sucked and slurped as it kept ramming into Steph’s ass with savage thrusts.

Suddenly the light came on in the room underneath them on the rooftop. A male voice called out: “Who’s out there? What’s going on up there?”

Still in the final throes of climax, Cass managed to grit out her answer: “I’m… coming!” Her cockhead thrummed, pulsated with the last of her seed being added to the lake in Steph’s ass. Cass pushed her knob as far into Steph’s hole as possible to drain it fully, then it was done.

Steph could see the light filtering up from around the rooftop’s parapet. She prayed whoever was down there didn’t have rooftop access. The sound of big meaty footsteps moved around underneath them. Her climax slowly stilled. Shame washed over Steph at the debauchery they’d taken part in. She wasn’t a prude, but she never would’ve called getting sodomized in public her idea of a good time before tonight. And yet, Cass’s forcefulness was part of what got her off so hard.

Steph felt Cass’s prick softening between her buttocks until finally it popped out of her, softly slurping away from where Cass had left it buried. More cum followed the prick out of her ass, coating her thighs even more thoroughly.

Cass wiped her member on Steph’s ass before tucking it away. “I’m done… for now… give you time… to miss it…”

Steph hitched her pants up, probably doing irreparable damage to her bottoms by soaking them in the cum that had cascaded over her lower body.

***

Her sudden sexual relationship with Cass seized Steph’s attention, but there was still work to be done. Not to mention the rest of life. Once, Steph’s education and afterschool job had faded in comparison to being a superhero, but now the thing with Cass took precedent.

Still, between school and work, Steph got briefed on the new mission. A white slavery ring operating in Gotham. Poor girls being offered jobs, then inducted into prostitution. Someone needed to go undercover and Steph was the perfect blend of competence and not being wholly necessary to the mission. She knew there were few girls to choose from, but it still rankled that she didn’t make the varsity squad of people who’d be needed if stuff went pear-shaped.

She got her cover identity, e-mailed about the ‘job opportunity,’ and was quickly met by a smarmy middle-aged woman whose job was clearly to lure Steph in. Miss Darcy was in her thirties, but looked older since she dressed in the style of a classic spinster. She wore no make-up and her hair was pulled back into a severe bun. She wore a plain tweed skirt and a high-necked blouse under a darkly colored cardigan.

Steph tried to stay on guard as Darcy conversed with her, but at some point she must’ve slipped something into Steph’s drink, or the drink was drugged to begin with. When Steph woke up, she was in a cell. Not grimy, but as anonymous and cheaply furnished as a standard-issue motel.

Not soon after she’d awoken, the door opened. Steph hadn’t even had a chance to check if it was locked. She trusted it was, though. She’d heard a key turn in the lock. If it weren’t for the knowledge that Cass and the others were looking out for her, waiting to swoop in if things got bad, she’d be pretty frightened. Even so, she didn’t have to be a great actress to feign being anxious.

Darcy came in with a cattle prod in one hand and a box tucked under the other. She dropped the box at Steph’s feet.

“Glad to see you’re up, honey. Get changed. It’s time for you to meet your first client.”

“What client?” Steph asked, feigning ignorance. That came easy too. “What are you talking about? Get changed into what?”

Darcy only smiled. “Open that,” she said, giving the box a kick. “Then just do as you’re told. If you don’t make any trouble, this will go a lot easier for you.”

Steph knelt down and opened up the box. It took her a moment to realize what everything was. At first, it looked like medieval weaponry. Then she saw the lingerie and high-heeled pumps mixed in with the metal and leather. These were chains and restraints and gags and sex toys. Bondage gear. Steph trembled.

“You can’t make me wear this!”

“Of course I can!” Darcy laughed. “Or maybe you want a taste of this cattle prod? I can put it all kinds of places. Even inside of you. Would you like to try that? See if you still say no after I’ve done that to you?”

Steph scowled at her. “You’re a monster!”

“And you’re a victim. I know which I’d rather be. You don’t get a choice. Get into the lingerie. I’ll help you put on the rest.”

Steph saw she had no choice. She stripped and put on the black underwear. There was a peek-a-boo bra that showed off Steph’s breasts while still giving them a modicum of support, which Steph needed after her pregnancy had left them with their pleasing heft. Then a thin black garter belt, followed by black nylons and high-heeled black pumps. Steph bit her lip as she realized her ass and crotch would be completely on display.

“Not bad,” Darcy said. “If you’re going to be sold, you might as well command a high price. Now let’s sweeten the pot.”

Darcy put a leather belt on her. A pair of cuffs attached to the belt and held Steph’s hands crossed behind her back. A studded leather collar went around Steph’s neck; a long metal chain was attached to an O-ring hanging from it. Then Steph had to open her mouth wide to take a ball-gag. Darcy tightened it to keep Steph’s mouth gaping open.

“Oh yes. You’ll certainly fetch top dollar,” Darcy said. “Now for the clips.”

Steph quivered at the sight. They were more like clamps and Darcy tightened one on each of Steph’s nipples, then chained them together with a slender silver chain.

Darcy grinned at her handiwork. She toyed idly with the chain hanging between Steph’s nipples. “A little achy, aren’t they? Don’t worry. You’ll get used to them. They only really hurt if…”

Darcy pulled on the chain and a sudden, searing pain shot through both of Steph’s nipples. She moaned through her gag. Darcy laughed at her.

“Yes, I’d be on my best behavior,” she said. “That’s the simplest way for us to discipline you, but it isn’t the only way. If I were you, I wouldn’t even want to know about the others.”

Steph froze, paralyzed with apprehension. After Cass had dommed her, she’d looked up pictures of women in bondage. It’d been hard for her to imagine herself as one of them, so she’d thought what it would be like to have one of them as her slave. Now she was a slave.

She hoped Cass was watching, ready to step in, but the longer this went on, the more Steph worried that Cass wasn’t there—that somehow they’d lost track of her and she was on her own…

Darcy took the leash in her hand and led Steph out of the room. Steph walked carefully, trying desperately not to trip on the unfamiliar heels. One fall and those clips might tear her flesh apart. The ball-gag made her jaw strain and hurt too, even though she’d only had it in for a few minutes. She felt like livestock being led to an auction—or maybe to the slaughter.

Darcy took Steph down a flight of stairs and then into something like a living room, equally as anonymous and tastelessly furnished as Steph’s ‘bedroom.’ Steph saw her client for the first time.

It was Cass. She’d traded in her Batsuit for a casual business suit, a gray blazer and trousers on a white blouse, but that was definitely her Cass—although the quiet look Cass gave her warned Steph not to give away that she recognized her.

“Is this her?” Cass asked, her syllables clipped, but she was making a clear effort to be more legible than usual.

“Her name is Steph,” Darcy said. “And this is Ms. Shiva. Do a turn for her, Steph. Let her see what you have to offer.”

Steph did a turn. Even though it was for Cass, she was mortified. Having Darcy there made it feel like a mockery of the pleasure they’d shared. She was used to Cass seeing her like this—not even like this, but naked, not with some obscene bra making her breasts jut out like two ripe melons, her nipples swollen inside a pair of clamps.

“Her breasts are… nice,” Cass said with difficulty. Luckily, her speech impediment seemed mostly indistinguishable from a woman speaking a second language.

Darcy nodded. “And what about her ass, Ms. Shiva? Look at this incredible ass.” She ran her hand over Steph’s buttocks, showing off the high-set curve of the musculature.

“I can see it… perfectly well,” Cass said. “If I’m going to buy her, why would I want… you touching her?”

Darcy jerked her hand away. That was some comfort, at least. Steph still couldn’t believe what was going on. She was practically on an auction block and even with Cass the only bidder, it seemed so… extreme.

It might be easier if it didn’t remind her of how rough and possessive Cass was with her. Of course, that she liked. This was… well, she liked how Cass had defended her. If only they could get rid of Darcy, she might be able to enjoy it a little… just as a game… but a third person there made it seem so sordid.

“You like her then?” Darcy asked. “She meets with your satisfaction?”

Cass played her part to the hilt, studying Steph, walking all around her to take her in from every angle. Her face was impassive. She looked like nothing more than a buyer sizing up an expensive purchase. Then she touched Steph. She reached out and ran her fingers over Steph’s breasts—around it—on top of it—touching the nipple clamp and tugging at the chain likely.

Cass, what the hell are you doing? It wasn’t much work to be wide-eyed with shock and bewilderment. Even though this was nothing new for them, Cass having touched her far more intimately and with far more than her fingertips, Steph couldn’t believe Cass would do this in front of a stranger.

“I like her. She’ll do nicely,” Cass said.

She dropped her hand to Steph’s belly and ran it further down her body, looking into Steph’s eyes as the pads of her fingers brushed over Steph’s navel and then into her pubic hair…

That was all Steph could take. “Don’t!” she said into the gag, cringing away.

Darcy grabbed her by the hair. “How dare you!” she cried. “Rest assured, Ms. Shiva, she’ll be fully disciplined… this is what comes of a preference for ‘fresh’ girls… if you like, you can put a down payment on her. We’ll take a few more weeks to ready her, then you can have her once she’s made more manageable—“

“That won’t be necessary,” Cass interrupted. “I’d like a few minutes with her. I don’t want anyone else touching her. I don’t want anyone else disciplining her.”

“Alright, Ms. Shiva,” Darcy nodded. “That’s fine. Take all the time you need.”

Darcy left the room, closing and securing the door behind her. Cass touched Steph’s breast again, playfully tweaking the clamp on its nipple, before she loosened the gag and took it out of Steph’s mouth. It being Cass, Steph still ended up being the one to speak first, even though she had to work the stiffness out of her jaw first.

“You do know better than to grope me in public, right?”

“We’re not… in public,” Cass said, gently chiding, which only aggravated Steph.

The blonde rolled her eyes. “In front of someone! Not us! Like, please tell me you wouldn’t squeeze my tit in front of Tim of Babs or Bruce…”

“No.” Cass’s hand went to Steph’s cleavage again. “They might get… jealous.”

“That’s something, at least.” Steph sighed. “Tell me we can stop with this dumb undercover Charlie’s Angels stuff.”

Cass’s face fell. “You don’t like… Charlie’s Angels?”

“I like watching it, not living it.”

“You made me watch it… so many times…”

“I was trying to teach you how to be a boss bitch! You’re welcome!”

Cass grew a small smile. “I’m going to buy you… now that we know how the operation works… we can pay them a visit… at night.”

“Good. Great. Buy me and let’s get out of here.”

Cass blinked. “Buy you?”

“Yeah. Send the money. Write the check. Whatever.”

Cass seemed amused. She opened her suit jacket. “I don’t know… what I’m buying… yet.”

“You don’t, huh? I think this outfit makes it pretty damn obvious.”

“You could make it… more obvious… what you have… to offer…” Cass unzipped her fly, fished inside for her prick, and brought it out.

Steph’s eyes boggled. Cass’s manhood was as lengthy as ever, quickly thickening inside her fingers. She stroked it, pulling the foreskin back to bare her knob. “Cass… this is no time for games!”

Cass didn’t waste time in arguing. “Suck me off… don’t worry… I’ll understand if you don’t use… your hands…”

“Cass, this isn’t funny!” Steph protested.

Cass pushed her down onto her knees. “Look how hard… seeing you like that… has gotten me…”